Then we got very curious and read the story, which had for its title: “Bob the Castaway; or, The Wreck of the Eagle.” We had to laugh when we read that yarn. Bob was such a fun-loving fellow, and he played such awful jokes. He tried to play a joke on an old sea captain at a church donation party, but, to the boy’s horror, the minister got the benefit (?) of the fun. Then Bob’s parents sent him to sea to cure him, and the boy was wrecked on an island in the Pacific, and had many thrilling adventures. It’s a true-to-life story, for it contains many pages out of Mr. Webster’s own experiences. A very nervous passenger on the ship makes a lot of unconscious fun. There is a great hurricane, and an encounter with South Sea natives.

A fine volume, bound in cloth, and well illustrated, and the price is thirty-five cents. Buy it from your bookseller, or send to the Cupples & Leon Company, New York, for it.


THE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLE

“Fire! fire! fire!”

That is the cry that sometimes thrills us, ringing out during the day or in the silent hours of the night. And who is it whose heart does not jump within him when he sees the devouring flames leaping skyward, and sees the engines, hose-carts and long hook-and-ladder trucks dashing through the streets to put out the conflagration?

The life of the fireman is one full of excitement and often of peril. This Mr. Frank V. Webster fully realized when he wrote, “The Young Firemen of Lakeville; or, Herbert Dare’s Pluck.” How the boys became dissatisfied with the old “bucket brigade” and organized a real fire company, and how they worked at more than one fire, is told with great fidelity to life. And then there is the secret of the old mansion, and that is worked up in Mr. Webster’s best style.

“The mystery in this story is taken from life,” Mr. Webster wrote us. “It surrounded an old man and a fortune worth nearly half a million dollars. A good-for-nothing grandson wanted to get it away from him.”

Published, as are all the Frank V. Webster books, by the Cupples & Leon Company, New York. Bound in cloth, illustrated, and for sale everywhere at thirty-five cents.